“Don’t!”
Frankie was now shaking his head so hard, that it felt like it would fall off.
He was in a suit and tie; unlike days when his typical assistant look became a common sight. I was in a random sweatshirt and jeans; the ones which I often wore to work nowadays. Yes, I was working now, as a chef, as my disgusting master’s. Why, I had chosen that profession; none knew. Not even Frankie. But the cheer; the joy; the outlooking smile of mine vanished. I didn’t feel like grinning anymore.
“Travis, no need to act weird. It's been only a week. You can still apply for it”, his fingers were holding the application letter. My eyes rushed across it, though finally reaching for the table vase, as I picked it up and cleaned underneath. Frankie who felt like a ghost sighed.
“I know what I
